Wear your' heart on your sleeve...

The bass drum thumps, the guitar screeches, Max starts to scream and underneath all that is me, bass in hand, rhythm coursing through my body The tips of all my fingers sting as the new strings bite into them, it’s at least forty degrees in here so my sweat has softened the callouses on my fingers.The song lurches to a stop and the crowd cheers.“This one’s a little bullet for my valentine cover.” Max announces to the crowd, I take advantage of the twelve bars rest i have and drink two litres of water, I put the second bottle down just as the first chorus is about to come in, I launch in and attack the crowd with my bass noise, tonight it’s turned up so loud it is moving people’s clothes, I step up to the Mic for the second verse, I look into the crowd and she’s standing there, new boyfriend wrapped around her shoulders, the guy is at least eighteen, at least I was her fucking age, I realize what I’m about to sing and smirk.Once more you tell those lies to me; Why can’t you just be straight up with honesty?When you say those things in my ear, Why do you always tell me what you wanna hear?

Oh yeah Max growls in a slowly building loudness

My smile grows bigger, I look her in the eyes and sing the next part. I fill the words with the heartbreak I felt and maybe she’ll realize i wasn’t fucking blind, I knew all along, since you first laid eyes on him, it didn’t help you constantly compared me to him and brought him up in conversation at any chance you got.Wear your heart on your sleeve, make things hard to believe, I’m not feeling this situationRun away try to find that safe place you can hideIt’s the best place to be when you’re feeling like…

She is outraged, I wish she knew that i had known since the first time she had seen the guy that she had a thing for him, I wish she had looked across to see my heart snap in two.